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Feeling a bit blah healthwise. Catching up on commissions. I have reached the stage where the process becomes comfortable and soothing, which means that all I want to do is to sit and draw*. Alas, there are orders to pack, dishes to wash and an apartment to clean. I also need to go to the post office and arrange a time for a hair cut at the hairdresser. I think, I'll ask her (him?) to take off 5-10 cm (don't tell C), which will make it waist length, and will bring C closer to his goal of having longer hair than me, he-he.

*I wonder if the writing process ever becomes comfy and relaxing. Have you ever experienced that? (Jodi, you may answer, but you don't really count. *grin*)